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Tuesday July 14th 1863
On the deck of the [[Plymouth Rock]]; a
noble ship, bound from [[New York]] to
[[London]], with a mixed cargo and a
few passengers, including myself; at
present lying at anchor, about midway
in the bay and almost out of sight
of the city of [[New York]]; the spires of
which and the masts of the few vessels
lying at the wharves being just visible
along the horizon. It is a beautiful
summer afternoon; the sun shine bright
and hot but as we sit upon the deck
we are protected from his powerful
beams by an awning, which the Captain
of the ship has considerately spread
for our comfort; so as we stand
or walk the deck we cand enjoy the
refreshing breezes which come from
the sea, without being scorched to
death by the ferverent rays of the July
Sun. We are in the midst of a
beautiful- a stirring scene, On all

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